Lissa meets her roommates.
Chapter 34

Lissa had a lot of time to think as she sat alone in her car, following the familiar van toward their destination. She had mixed emotions about leaving home; obviously she was going to miss her family, but she also looked forward to starting a new life at school.

Allison, Greg, and Lissa had spent Friday night in a motel, then gotten up in the morning and continued their trip. They hadn't quite had time to reach the Craven home to pick up Rachael Friday night, but they were getting close now. Greg and Allison had originally planned to pick up Rachael on the way back, but Lissa had insisted that she wanted to see her aunt again, so they changed their plans.

Lissa remembered the last time she had seen Rachael, how the girl had introduced her to lesbian sex. The truth was that no matter how disgusting Lissa thought it was, she couldn't deny that it was also a fond memory. Not that she would ever do it again, of course.

It wasn't the last time Lissa had done something sexually adventurous. Normally she was a clear-headed, intelligent girl who thought her way through every action. But occasionally she did something completely unexpected, usually at the instigation of someone much more spontaneous, Rachael in this case.

But she also couldn't forget that vacation last month, that sailing trip where she had gone a little crazy with Allison and her father.

It was Allison, she realized, that had brought on the whole thing. She had asked Greg to take pictures of her in her new bikini, and Greg had enthusiastically obliged. That didn't surprise Lissa; Allison looked especially sexy wearing next to nothing.

Somehow the conversation had led to a discussion of how Greg liked to photograph Allison nude, and Allison had come up with the idea of taking a few of those pictures right there. Greg had hesitated, since he had his daughter there, but Lissa assured him that she didn't mind a bit. It wasn't the first time she had seen Allison's naked body after all. And of course, Allison's fun-loving and cheerful attitude about the whole thing was contagious, and soon they were all laughing and having fun with it. Any nervousness they had originally felt disappeared.

When Allison had suggested that Lissa do some modeling too, it sounded fun, so soon she found herself posing for the camera. It felt nice and even a bit sexy, especially with both Allison and her dad commenting on how photogenic she was. She had never intended to strip off her swimsuit for those pictures, but somehow in the relaxed and humorous atmosphere, it seemed like the most logical progression.

It was almost like they were drunk. Not with alcohol, but simply with excitement. With nothing but empty ocean for as far as they could see, they were in their own private world, a world where they could get away with anything. And they did. Like a wild party where the cheering of the crowd and intense peer pressure could get people to do anything and everything, the three of them had succumbed to the increasingly naughty mood.

The photos with Lissa and her dad together had been just the next step in the joke that was getting out of hand. She felt so thrilled to be doing something so completely contrary to her usual reserved nature, that she just couldn't refuse when Allison had suggested it. It was just good-natured playfulness that had culminated in those naughty pictures. She also couldn't deny that she had felt a certain pride at seeing the excited look in her father's eyes as he held her nude body to his own. Her own father was getting excited by her.

It had taken quite a bit of coaxing on Allison's part to have them take those pictures to their logical conclusion, and after that final photo with Greg's cock in Lissa's mouth, he had refused to do any more. Yes, the joke had gotten way out of hand, and after that they toned it down quite a bit. Lissa had, however, watched in fascination as Allison finished the job that Lissa had started, sucking him off until he ejaculated in her mouth. It was the first time that Lissa had really thought about her father as a sexual being. Seeing it first hand turned out not to be as disturbing as she had expected.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the van in front of her turning off of the freeway, which meant they were near the Craven home. She followed as it made its way through the streets, eventually pulling over to the curb in front of the house that she recognized from pictures that Allison had shown her.

Rachael immediately dashed out of the house to greet them, throwing her arms around Allison's neck to hug her, then moving on to Greg and Lissa. Mr. and Mrs. Craven followed, less enthusiastically but no less huggable. She hadn't seen her grandparents since the wedding.

Rachael seemed excited to be going to visit her sister's family, which wasn't exactly surprising. Lissa suspected she was particularly anxious to see Jeff again.

The Cravens offered to feed them, so they all ate lunch as they talked and laughed and caught up on old times. There was plenty to talk about, but unfortunately, they had to get going. Lissa had to check into her apartment, and there was the drive home for Greg, Allison, and Rachael, especially since they were going to take the scenic route.

"Do you mind if I ride with you, Lissa?" asked Rachael. "I'll have plenty of time to spend with Greg and Allison over the next couple of weeks, but I don't know when I'll get another chance to see you."

"I'd like that," Lissa replied.

"Just behave yourself," Allison warned her, and Rachael laughed.

"Allison still thinks of me as a little kid."

"You'll always be my baby sister," Allison smiled at her.

"Come on, before she tries to change my diaper," said Rachael, hurrying into the passenger seat of Lissa's car.

As soon as the two vehicles pulled out of the driveway, Rachael brought up the subject that Lissa had been anticipating.

"So how's Jeff?" she asked.

"You know, I underestimated you," Lissa replied.


"I figured it would be five seconds before you started talking about him. You held out for ten."

"I've been practicing, building up my stamina," Rachael laughed. "So am I that transparent?"

"Well, unless you've changed since I last saw you, I know you've got a one-track mind."

"Oh, come on. I don't think of boys twenty-four hours a day."

"You don't?" asked Lissa.

"No. Sometimes I think of girls."

"Good point," Lissa laughed.

"So anyway, how is he?"

"He's got a girlfriend now. Her name's Kari Williams, and she's really a nice girl."

"I hope she's not the jealous type."

"You're not exactly subtle, are you?"

"Subtlety's always been my weakness."

"Anyway, if you're planning anything, that's between you, Jeff, and Kari. And Allison, I suppose, since she was the one who got them together. You know what a slow mover Jeff is; Allison almost had to drag him kicking and screaming into the relationship. So I doubt she'll be too happy about you coming between them."

"Who said anything about coming between them? I'm willing to share Jeff if Kari is. By the way, is Kari good-looking?"

Lissa rolled her eyes.

"So now that you've spoiled my vacation," Rachael said with a laugh, "I guess I'll have to start making backup plans. By the way, you're looking good these days, Lissa."

"Whatever's on your mind, I'm not interested. Besides, there's no time. The next time we stop the car, it will be at my new apartment, and then you'll head home with Dad and Allison."

"That gives me a great idea. Have you ever done it while driving?"


"Just kidding."

"Well, not to spoil your fantasies, but that time between us a couple of years ago was just an experiment. I'm not interested in that kind of a relationship with any girl."

Rachael shrugged. "Your loss," she said. "By the way, Brit doesn't have a boyfriend, does she?"

"She's only thirteen!" Lissa exclaimed.

"What? I didn't mean anything by it," Rachael said with an innocent smile.


"Anyway, I've only got two weeks to work on her, so it doesn't look like that's going to happen."

"It only took twenty minutes for me."

"I know. You folded surprisingly quickly. Are you sure you're not harboring some hidden tendencies?"

Lissa laughed. "I'm sure, but if I ever change my mind, you'll be the first to know."

"I can't wait."

They continued to talk and joke as they drove. Despite Rachael's flirting, Lissa found that she actually enjoyed the girl's company. She was as easy to talk to as Allison was. Plus there was that memory of that night they had shared, a couple of years ago...

Sometimes that memory bothered Lissa, but usually she looked back on it with fondness. She didn't think she was in danger of ever becoming a full lesbian, though admittedly she had now been involved in two such incidents. But she remembered how nice Rachael had been, how gentle and understanding. It hadn't been anywhere near as unpleasant as she had expected.

When they finally pulled into the parking lot for the apartment complex several hours later, Lissa felt relief. The trip had been long, and although Rachael's presence had made it fun, it was good to finally be at the place that she would call home for the next few months.

Lissa had opted for off-campus housing because she thought the dorms were too small. These apartments had room for four students each, with two bedrooms. That meant Lissa would have three roommates. The apartment building itself had a large glass door leading to what looked like a lobby. The office, however, was in a building by itself in the corner of the parking lot. Greg pulled the van into a spot in the 'Visitors' section of the lot, and Lissa pulled her car in next to his.

Rachael stopped her before she opened the door. "Lissa, I have one more thing to say to you."

"What's that?"

"A word of advice. You don't have your mommy and daddy to look after you any more. So make the most of it. I told you that you needed to learn to be spontaneous, to break out of your shell, to go a little wild even. Well, here's your big chance. Don't waste it."

"That's probably the opposite advice that Dad would give me."

"Basically, yes. So you're going to have to make a choice."

"Don't worry. I'm going to be open to new experiences. You know, broaden my horizons. Who knows where it might lead?"

"Good for you," Rachael smiled, then the girls opened the doors and climbed out to meet Allison and Greg.

"We made it," said Greg. "Let's go check in, then we'll unload your bags."

The four of them made their way across the parking lot toward the office. A girl was just coming out of it, and she smiled as she passed them. That's a good sign, Lissa thought. At least people are nice enough here to smile at strangers.

Entering the office, she saw a man sitting behind a desk with a name tag reading "Tony Bullard." He was probably in his thirties, with dark hair and glasses.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Lissa Primdale, and I'm here to check in."

"Do you know your apartment number?" he asked.

"207 I think," she said.

The man stopped for an instant and stared at her, as if appraising her. "You did say 207, right?" he asked.

"That's right."

"Okay, just a second." He typed something on the computer. "All right. Lissa Primdale, apartment 207. Looks like you prepaid your security deposit and first month's rent," he said, sounding oddly disappointed. "So you don't owe anything until October." He handed her several sheets of paper. "Just sign the bottom of each of these. You're welcome to look them over first while I go get your key." He stood up and went into the back room.

Greg, Allison, and Lissa sat down in some chairs against the wall, and Lissa went over the papers. They were pretty standard: check-in form, post-check-in inspection form, application for parking permit, and several more similar items. She signed them all and then waited for the man to return.

He did so after a few minutes with a key and a small, laminated card in his hand. Taking the papers from her, he handed her the key. "Welcome to Riversky Apartments, Lissa," he said. "Here's your key, and here's your parking permit to put on your dashboard so you don't get towed. If there's anything you need, I'm here in the office all day Monday through Friday. Oh, and have your roommates explain about drawing straws," he added.

"Drawing straws?"

"It's sort of an inside joke. I'd hate to see you left out of the fun."


They left the office and headed back to the van to retrieve her things.

"Did you see that guy?" Allison commented. "Checking out your daughter. Couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the creep." But she said it with an amused rather than offended tone.

Surprisingly, Greg laughed. "He must have gotten this job so that he could ogle college girls. Lissa, you might want to keep your window shades closed. He probably carries a set of binoculars wherever he goes."

"Or maybe I'll go pay him a visit some time and see if I can get my rent reduced," joked Lissa. "I bet if I'm really nice to him, I could stay here for free."

"That's what I did when I was your age," Rachael said. "The rent money I saved went to sex toys instead."

The four of them laughed.

By this time, they had reached the van. Despite coming from a wealthy family, Lissa really didn't have much stuff. Just two suitcases and a box of miscellaneous items in the van, and in her car a few dresses on hangars that she didn't want to wrinkle by packing them away. Greg took the suitcases and Allison took the box, leaving the dresses for Lissa and Rachael to carry. They headed inside the building, looking for the stairs to the second floor.

The lobby was really a rec room, with wide screen TV, pool table, a small fridge and microwave in the corner, and plenty of couches for lounging around. There were several girls in there who looked up momentarily as the three of them passed.

They climbed the stairs to the second floor, then looked for apartment 207. They found it at the end of the hall. Lissa fit her key in the lock and opened the door.

It was nice and spacious, with a large living room and a kitchen off to the side with a table that had a few odds and ends from some of the other girls living there. There was a TV in the corner as well as a bookshelf, and two couches. A hall led to three doors, two of them opening into bedrooms. The third was closed, but she could hear water running behind it as if someone were taking a shower.

They dropped the stuff in the living room and took a moment to rest on the couches.

"Well, this is it, honey," said Greg. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I think I'll be fine. Thanks."

"And don't forget to call home often, sweetie," said Allison.

"Well, don't expect me to call tomorrow night crying and blubbering about how I miss you and I want to come home and all that," she laughed. "I think I'm going to like it here."

"Well then, I think we'll take off," said Greg, rising to his feet. "I love you."

"Love you too, Dad," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Greg hugged her, then Allison hugged her, then Rachael hugged her, then getting into the spirit of things, Rachael hugged Greg, to everyone's amusement. Then the three of them turned and headed out the door. Lissa sat down on the couch, a little tired from the trip.

So this was it. Her first time away from home. Yes, it was a little sad; she was beginning to miss everyone already, but it was also a little exciting. There were plenty of things to do here, and Dad wasn't here to keep track of her or get after her whenever she had a little fun.

Not that it could ever replace serious study, though. The important thing here was to get an education. She was determined not to forget that. But that didn't mean she couldn't have fun too.

She heard the shower turn off in the bathroom, so she took a deep breath and put a smile on her face. First impressions were always the most important, and she wanted her new roommates to like her.

Then she heard something she didn't expect from behind the bathroom door. Voices! That meant there were at least two people in there. And at least one of them had been taking a shower.

She decided not to be shocked by anything she saw. One of her roommates probably had her boyfriend in there with her. So what? Lissa had admittedly led a sheltered life for eighteen years, so it was high time she started taking a broader view of the world. If one of her roommates liked to shower with her boyfriend, what business was it of hers?

The door opened, and she could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Well, this was it. She was about to meet one of her roommates. It might be awkward for them to know that she had been there while they were in the shower together, but Lissa would just shrug it off like it was no big deal. It was best to start out on good terms.

As soon as the two people came into view, Lissa nearly gasped. It wasn't a girl and a boy, but two girls!

They were dressed only in towels, and their hair hung wetly down their backs. One of them was a blonde, with pretty green eyes and well-developed lips. The other was brunette with shoulder-length hair. She was actually the prettier of the two. Her eyes were brown, but large and bright.

"Um, hi," said the brunette a little sheepishly. "Who are you?"

It wasn't quite what Lissa had expected, but the same actions applied. She smiled and rose to her feet. "Melissa Primdale," she greeted warmly.

"Oh, you're my new roommate!" the brunette exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile. "I'm Megan Harrison." Then she laughed. "You kind of caught us at a bad moment."

"I'm Meg's girlfriend, Sandy Weller," greeted the blonde. "I don't live here; I've got my own apartment. You'll meet your other two roommates later."

"Oh, I'm pleased to meet you," said Lissa, still not sure what to make of the situation. If they were both wearing towels, then they had both been in the shower at the same time. And that meant...

"In case you're wondering," said Megan, "yes, we're lesbians. I hope you don't have a problem with that."

"Of course not," Lissa smiled, trying to sound positive, though she was still a little nervous about the whole situation.

"Let me guess. You've never met a lesbian before," said Sandy.

"Well, not really," Lissa replied. That wasn't completely true; both Allison and Rachael had bisexual leanings, and Lissa herself had experimented with Rachael and posed for some naughty pictures with Allison, so she could at least partially relate to these two girls. But neither of those had been serious.

Sandy laughed. "Well, then, Meg's going to have to teach you a thing or two. Maybe she'll even get you to convert."

Lissa started growing red, and the girls burst out laughing. "Oh, I'm just joking," Sandy grinned. "Don't mind us. We're a couple of flirts. Never take anything we say seriously."

Actually, Lissa was no stranger to those kinds of jokes; Rachael was the same way, and Lissa had had to endure her presence the whole trip.

"Come on, then," said Meg. "Let me show you to your room." She picked up one of Lissa's suitcases and headed down the hall. Lissa picked up the other and followed her. Sandy brought up the rear.

The bedroom was about the same size as Lissa's room back home, but this one had two beds. That meant she only had about half as much room as before, but then again, she hadn't brought every last possession. And she certainly wasn't going to start complaining about the accommodations; the last thing she needed was a spoiled rich girl attitude.

"You and I get to bunk together," said Meg. "Julie, our last roommate, moved out because she couldn't handle all the wild sex Sandy and I were having when she was trying to sleep."

Sandy playfully slapped her on the shoulder. "That's not really true," she told Lissa. "Actually, Julie moved in with her boyfriend."

"This is your bed," Megan indicated, pointing to one of them, "and this is mine," she said, indicating the other.

"Here, let me get my stuff off of it for you," said Sandy, who grabbed the duffel bag that was sitting on Lissa's bed. She set it down on the floor.

"Well, Meg," said Sandy, "it looks like we're not going to have as much privacy as we thought, so I think I'll go home now."

"I'm sorry," said Lissa. "I didn't mean to spoil anything. Look, I can leave if you want, and come back later."

"For a girl who's never met a lesbian before, she's taking this really well," Sandy commented. "I like this girl."

"Melissa, you need to rest," said Meg. "I'm sure you had a long trip. It's okay, I'll see her some other time."

Sandy reached into her duffel bag and pulled out some clothes. She set them on the nearby dresser, then let her towel drop to the ground.

Lissa tried not to look; it wasn't really polite. But she caught a few brief glances. Sandy really had a beautiful body. She had well-developed breasts, though they looked surprisingly firm. Her pubic hair had been shaved off, just like Allison's. It occurred to Lissa that it was better that way for... dared she even think it? Oral sex.

Then Meg took off her towel too. She wasn't as fully developed as Sandy, but her body was beautiful in its own way. She had very slender hips that gave her a nice, graceful curve. She was also shaved. Her most distinguishing feature, however, was a tattoo. It was designed to look like a lipstick stain, right over her nipple!

Grinning, Megan turned to Lissa. "What do you think?" she asked, fondling her breast right below the tattoo.

"Uh..." said Lissa, and the two lesbians broke down laughing. Then Meg turned to Sandy, caught her around the hips, and pulled her body to her own. Lissa watched, astonished, as they pressed their nude bodies up against each other and kissed passionately.

The sight of such forbidden lust sent a tingle through her body. That two girls would do it right in front of her was surprising, but also exhilarating in a way. This was something that Dad would never allow; if he knew about her roommate, he would have taken her right out of the apartment and made other plans. In a way, just being here with the two girls was liberating. She had wanted to broaden her world view, and this was certainly doing it. She found she actually enjoyed looking at them.

Then the two girls pulled away. Meg glanced at Lissa and noticed her staring.

"I think she enjoyed the show," she commented. "We'll have to give her a full performance some time."

Lissa tore her gaze away, growing red. Meg and Sandy laughed again, then started dressing.

"Rule Number One in this apartment," said Meg as she stepped into her panties, "is that clothes are optional."

"You just made that up," Sandy accused.

"No, actually, I've told it to both Monique and Alya. It's not my fault if they don't take me up on it. So it's up to me to make sure the rule doesn't get forgotten."

"Meg's quite the exhibitionist," Sandy explained. "At least when I'm over, she spends most of her time naked, even in front of her roommates."

"It's Sandy's fault," said Meg. "She gets me so hot, I find my clothes far too stifling. I hope it doesn't bother you."

Lissa shrugged. She was determined not to let it bother her. So what if another girl was naked in front of her? She had seen just as much, if not more, in the high school locker room. And the fact that the girl was a lesbian didn't change anything. Maybe she enjoyed showing off in front of a bunch of girls, but so what?

"Yes, I can see you're going to fit in nicely here," smiled Meg.

After the girls finished dressing, Sandy gave Meg a long, slow, passionate goodbye kiss, then headed out the door. Lissa spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking as Meg showed her which half of the closet was hers and which drawers in the dresser.

Once she got over the initial shock of her roommate being a lesbian, she found Meg actually easy to talk to. The girl was pleasant and outgoing, talking about herself only enough to get Lissa to open up and do the same. In a way, she reminded her of Allison. She had that same easygoing manner and jovial spirit. Lissa had never really put much thought into how she would act if she met a lesbian, but as it turned out, she felt completely at ease with Meg. Maybe it was because of that time with Rachael. In fact, now that she thought about it, Meg reminded her more of Rachael than of Allison, at least in the teasing and flirting.

By the time she was through unpacking her belongings, the afternoon had given way to evening. Meg offered to fix dinner for them both, since Lissa hadn't had time to go shopping for groceries yet, and Lissa of course accepted. She helped her new roommate prepare the meal, continuing their conversation as they worked.

They were just about to sit down to eat when another girl opened the front door and came in. "Monique!" Meg said. "Come meet our new roommate."

The girl walked over to them. She had long, blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and a thin, almost elfin face with large eyes and small lips. She wore a baseball cap on her head, and a green tee-shirt and denim shorts.

"Hi," she smiled. "I'm Monique Duplaix. You're Melissa?"

"Yes I am, but I go by Lissa."

"Oh, good. That takes us back down to only two M's in the apartment again. I was afraid we were either going to have to kick one of us out or have Alya change her name to make a theme out of it."

"So your name, Monique," commented Lissa, "are you French?"

"French Canadian," she explained. "At least, my parents are, though I've lived in British Columbia on the other side of the country from the French part since I was three, so I didn't really grow up with much French influence."

"Yeah, the only thing French about Monique is her kissing," Meg smirked.

"Oh, like you'd know," countered Monique.

"I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?" asked Meg with fake shock. "I was just fantasizing there for a second."

All three girls laughed at the joke.

"So I see Meg's already taken to you, Lissa," said Monique. "Has she converted you yet?"

"While I appreciate your confidence in my skills, Monique," said Megan, "Lissa's only been here a couple of hours. I don't work that fast."

"Must be slowing down in your old age," Monique teased, then turned to Lissa. "Anyway, don't let her bother you, it's just her way. She's hit on all of us at one point or another. Just don't take her seriously and you'll be fine."

"I haven't even started and you're already undermining my efforts," complained Meg in mock indignation.

"Oh, and since you're sleeping in the same room as her," added Monique, "be careful of her trying to slip into your bed after you're asleep."

Lissa laughed. She was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed this playful banter, rather than feeling embarrassed about it. Maybe it was because Meg had been so friendly and charming that Lissa felt no threat.

"Oh, that's all right," Lissa replied. "I usually sleep with a gun under my pillow. Loaded with silver bullets, of course. You know, for werewolves and stuff."

"Oh, we don't have too many werewolves around here," said Meg. "The vampires keep the population down."

"Hey, don't be spilling my secret!" Monique said, and all three girls burst out laughing.

After a few more laughs, Lissa felt right at home with her roommates. Monique had that same friendly, easygoing manner as Meg.

Since Meg had made plenty of food, she offered to let Monique share the bounty. The three girls sat down at the table and began to eat, still talking and joking with each other.

"You guys are great," Lissa said. "To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous about coming here. I've never really been away from home. But now that I've met you, I'm happy to be staying here."

"It's Meg's doing," said Monique. "Her friendly attitude has rubbed off on all of us. It's really quite contagious." Then, under her breath, she added, "Hopefully that's the only thing contagious about her."

"Why, you little snot!" Megan exclaimed, but it was all in fun.

"So when do I get to meet our other roommate?" asked Lissa.

"I've been emailing Alya over the summer," Monique replied. "In her last email, I think she said she wouldn't be back until tomorrow. How many hours away is it now, Meg?"

"How should I know?"

"Haven't you been counting?" asked Monique. Then to Lissa, she explained, "Meg's got this ultra crush on Alya."

"I do not!" Meg countered.

"Don't deny it. I don't blame you. Hell, if I were a lesbian, I'd have a crush on her too."

"You make me so horny when you say things like that," Meg grinned.

"So when are you going to get working on her? A girl that looks that good can have her pick of all the men in this school. If I had a boyfriend I'd be afraid of bringing him back here, because one look at Alya and he'd drop me like a rock. Now if Meg would do her job and get Alya to switch over, I wouldn't feel quite so threatened."

"I'd like to, but I've already got a girlfriend," Meg replied. "Sandy would kill me. Now, if Lissa would be willing to take Sandy off my hands..."

"Uh... no thanks," said Lissa, growing red.

Meg shrugged. "Well, it was worth a try. Sorry, Monique. You're out of luck. On the other hand, maybe you'd like to start going out with Sandy."

"You're disgusting, Meg."

"I do my best."

"So what is there to do around here?" asked Lissa, changing the subject.

"Well, let's see..." said Meg. "There's the Sapphire Succubus Club, of course. It's that lesbian strip club down on 15th street. No men allowed."

"Really, Meg, you're too much," laughed Monique.

"What? She wanted to know. Anyway, you just head down 15th and look for the picketers. All those morally upright people who apparently think only men should be allowed to watch naked women dancing. Apparently some people have nothing better to do than to stand outside of the club with signs."

"She doesn't need a lecture, Meg," said Monique.

"Of course, you have to be 21 to get in," Meg continued, "but I could hook you up with a fake ID from the same guy that got Sandy and me ours. You're welcome to come along next time we go. Now that I think of it, you know what would be fun? We can go on amateur night. If you're a good dancer and willing to take your clothes off, you might even win a prize."

Lissa turned red. The thought of dancing, naked, in front of a bunch of lesbians...

"Give her a break, Meg," Monique chided. "You're embarrassing her."

"Hey, she asked."

After dinner, Lissa decided she needed to go shopping, since she needed to get food for tomorrow. Monique asked if she could go with her, since she didn't have a car and needed to catch rides with her roommates when she got a chance. Lissa was glad for the company since she didn't know her way around the city yet.

As it turned out, she really didn't need a navigator since the grocery store was only four blocks away. But Monique's company was nice anyway. The two girls talked about their respective families and their interests in movies and music.

They bought their groceries and headed back to the apartment, then unloaded the goods in the kitchen and pantry. By that time, it was getting late. Lissa then headed back to her room, where she found Meg lying on her bed naked, reading from a textbook.

"So that Rule Number One wasn't just a joke then, I take it?" Lissa asked.

Meg grinned. "I was completely serious. So if you want to take your clothes off, go ahead."

"The only place I'm going to take my clothes off is in the bathroom," Lissa smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"That's okay; I know how to pick a lock," Meg shrugged, and Lissa laughed.

"Anyway, how long do you plan to stay up?" asked Lissa. "I was hoping to get to bed early tonight; I've had a long day. But if you want to stay up and read for a while..."

"So you want to go to bed?"


"How can I refuse such an offer?" asked Meg, making as if to stand up.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Lissa exclaimed, growing red.

"Sure, just build up my hopes and dash them," frowned Meg. "Oh well. At least I can fantasize about you. Just don't be surprised if I start moaning your name in my dreams. I've used up my quota of fantasies about Monique and Alya, so I need a fresh victim."

"As long as it stays in your dreams, I don't care what you fantasize about."

"Dreams will have to do for now. We'll work on something more tangible later." She closed her book and set it on the night stand, then yawned, stretched, and lay back on her bed.

Lissa grabbed a tee-shirt and shorts from the dresser, then headed into the bathroom to change. When she returned, Meg glanced over at her.

"Well that's boring," Meg commented. "I was kind of hoping for a see-through nightie or something."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't own a see-through nightie."

"Oh. Well, maybe I'll get you one for Christmas."

Lissa laughed. "It doesn't mean I'll wear it."

"Don't you know it's rude not to wear clothes that someone gave you as a gift?"

"Considering the alternative, I think I can handle a little rudeness."

"Your loss," Meg shrugged.

Lissa switched off the light and climbed into her bed. "Good night, Meg."

"Good night, cutie."

Lissa let herself drift off to sleep, just the tiniest bit nervous that Meg might try something during the night.

anonymous readerReport

2013-06-10 23:54:33
I have to agree with A.P. on the literature comment :) While it is not destined for greatness and can I honestly name it literature (take out the sex and you have very little), Literature does peek through and it is so much more noticeable because of where this story resides. Regardless, thanks for sharing


2010-06-11 00:11:56

Oh no. You said a bad word. "Literature." I don't claim that this is literature, though I do claim that it's erotica rather than porn. The thought that anyone would think of it as literature frightens me half to death, because that opens it up to examination with a critical eye. Oh wait. Isn't that what you're doing anyways? :-)


Unknow userReport

2010-06-01 23:37:18
Some lesbians- not all lesbians- have promiscuous tendencies. Just as some, but not all, heterosexuals have promiscuous tendencies.

Yet Lissa, since the time she was thirteen, has been surrounded by harlots and tomcats. Would she not have dashed her head against a sharp rock by now, just to escape the constant innuendo?

Of course not. Because this is filth (expressed in a good way), and its job is to set up pretexts for the next orgasm.

One must resist judging it too critically. This book is not destined for greatness. And yet, here in this place, it stands out, prominently above most of the other offerings, precisely because it flirts constantly with greatness, and begs us to judge it critically. This book is literature, masquerading without unequivocal success, as filth. I am not fooled. I see the literature peeking through the cracks. Which is why I'm ripping my own fingernails out, as I read.



2009-08-13 01:23:27
i like them all just as much as i do a book.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-07-08 21:44:29
TO THE READER AT 2009-07-03 05:50:36

why the hell did u read this series u ass kissing coc sucking bum if u think its trash stay off the site

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